My Irregular Past

Floors Are Hard

I wake up on the couch with Niall's blanket. The tv is switched to the news. The weather man is droning in and on about what we all know. It's gonna rain. Again.

I get up with the blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I walk upstairs to my room. I plop down on my bed and realize I haven't seen Niall all morning.

I get dressed and run down stairs thinking, if I make food, Niall will be there. I walk into the kitchen and find Niall cooking.

"Oh. Hey!" I say stopping my tracks. I still wasn't sure if we were something more, so I wasn't sure what to do.

"Morning love!" He says holding out his arms for me. I slowly walk to him and wrap my arms around his waist. I turn my head so my forehead is pressed against his chest. I breath the familiar sent of laundry detergent and... I don't know... Him?

"Did you sleep well?" He asks, interrupting my train of though.

"Yeah. Did you?"

"Let's just say that your floors are hard," he said, smiling at me.

"Babe, you didn't have to sleep on the floor. You could have slept in my bed."

"I could have, but I didn't want to leave you," he says kissing the top of my head.

"Awww! You're so sweet!"

"I know," he says sarcastically as he serves breakfast.

We barely eat. We sit there and have a staring contest. Niall gives up because he wants to eat.